role reversal.
10:30 p.m.

I don't understand why our life is like a fucking version of High Fidelity by Nick Hornby. Except I'm Rob, and you're fucking Laura but you're not mature enough to admit it. I'm the girl, you're the boy. Why the hell do I have the committment problems? Why do I have these itchy feet? I'm satisfied by you. So why isn't that enough?

I'll never fucking know.

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